Chapter 687

Feng Xian looked at the window glass in front of him.

There is a reflection of Qianmiao's appearance.

She was looking here with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Then he said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Who are you asking me this question?"

Bai Mucheng: "I'm asking you first."

Feng Xian pulled the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and suddenly hung up the phone.

He threw his cell phone on the table, turned around and walked to the seat he had just taken.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask." He looked at Qianmiao.

Qianmiao blinked, thought for a second, and said, "How long have you known each other?"

It seems that I have known each other for a long time, but there is one thing she can't figure it out.

Feng Xian said without hesitation: "As soon as I remember, I know you."

"His family was also in the capital before, but later he moved to Wucheng."

Qian Miao had probably guessed this point.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and asked him, "When you were recuperating in the temple that year, he was there too. Why did I never see him visit you?"

Feng Xian frowned: "He is here too?"

"Yes, it's a coincidence that you both were injured, but his injuries were not as serious as yours. You can get down on the ground after lying in bed for a few days. Your eyes have been kept for several months, right?"

Feng Xian didn't know what he was thinking, but he was silent for a long time and didn't say anything.

Qianmiao intuition that there may be a story between these two men. Thinking about it, it would be better not to ask too much.

Since Dabai has never mentioned it to her, it seems to be a story that is not very happy.

Her hand was put on his arm, and the cool touch instantly pulled Feng Xian's thoughts back.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw her clear peach blossom eyes.

"Go and have barbecue."

Feng Xian blinked his eyes and had already sorted out his emotions. The corners of his mouth returned to the comfort and comfort he had just now, and he smiled slightly.

He said, "Low down there, I'll go and prepare, you'll wait here."

"No, barbecue is something you need to eat in the yard to feel."

As she said that, she lifted the quilt.

The next second, Feng Xian was pressed down.

The man leaned over, his face approaching her face, and his voice was deep: "This is winter, no willfulness."

After saying that, he pushed her back and covered her with the quilt.

"I'll be here in a while."

When he walked out to bring the door, Qianmiao's lost eyes slowly focused.

She pressed the back of her two cool hands against her cheeks, and hammered her slightly stuffy chest twice.

It was late at night, and only a very dim light was left in the corridor.

As soon as Feng Xian went out, he saw a figure turning around in a panic. Perhaps because he was too anxious, he did not stand firm in the moment of turning around and his body quickly fell to the side.

Feng Xian's eyes flew over lightly, and his long legs subconsciously kicked a chair beside him.

The next second, the man fell directly to the chair that was sliding over!

Zhang Xuela looked at the stairs that she was about to fall, and was still scared. If she really hit her, her face would be disfigured!

Fortunately, there is this chair!

Seeing the chair, she quickly turned her head and looked at Feng Xian who had just come out of the room.

The other party didn't stop at all, and had already walked down the steps, as if he hadn't noticed her at all.

But he really saved her just now.

"Thank you!" Zhang Xuela stood up with a heart-warming smile on her face.

She didn't get a response from the man, and she thought she probably didn't hear it.

She quickly walked to the stairs and looked down, and happened to see the man's side face and back.

This look made her feel sad again.
Chapter completed!